The story resumes.
I am on the offensive with a raised syringe, Norman Bates style, questioning a woman in white.
And finishes with a wardrobe malfunction.
Just how many people does it take to diagnose my rash? And are any of them doctors? […]
Have you ever wondered what happens in historic neighborhoods? Well, they make crazy an art form. […]
“I must chew on some wires to show my disapproval.” […]
Two weekends ago, through a fog of not-yet diagnosed bacterial pneumonia, I went to my first writers’ conference pitch session. Think about speed dating in hell with a lot more at stake, maybe 3 plus years of work on a particular project. The gun goes off. The pitchees were led upstairs, trying not to look […]